The main hall of the palace was cold and heavy with the smell of guilt and fear of death. King Aldric sat on his throne made of iron, confused and tired. The King slept peacefully in the past, forgetting that the shadow and devil they had made now walked among them. However, he was no longer sleeping peacefully. His wife Queen Seraphine was pacing around the room, her heels clicking endlessly on the floor and disrupting the peace of the room. They did not know what to do.The heavy iron door had opened earlier and the general had brought the dark and painful news. Of course, it was inevitable, if there was one person Kael would attack brutally, it would only be Marcus.Marcus was dead. The man who led the squad and did his duty for the crown was really dead and couldn't be saved. The King looked down, his eyes devoid of any warmth. He was playing chess with a cheater, and he knew he was losing the game."We lost him," the King whispered, his voice breaking softly. "Marcus is dead a

The age-long preparations began at the Duskborne estate and the night was very cold. The guards slept peacefully in the distance at the King's palace, forgetting that the shadow and devil they had made now walked among them in the deep basement. While men slept, the enemy attacked his mind and Kael was riled up and ready to strike Lyanna. She was the primary target tonight. It all began slowly and then hit him first as he stood at the centre of the dark circle. It was not just the smell of old paper that probably dated back centuries. It was the thick scent of raw magic and it felt like brutality and death. Such power was enthusiastic and refreshing to the king of the shadows.That strong aura filled the air of the room as he moved his fingers carefully. He knew of course that shadow magic always carried a strange aura even when it was old and unknown. And somehow, it felt like its presence was here, apart from the ones he knew, guiding his hands to perfect the blood curse. At this

The confrontation started slowly as Kael walked towards her in the massive ballroom. He was riled up, broken, angry and ready to strike the woman who broke his heart. The music slowly stopped as the musicians felt the freezing cold aura of his shadow pressing down on their chests, as though it wanted to steal their breath. The rich nobles stepped back in absolute shock and fear. Of course they will.They did not know what was happening, but they saw the violet flames dancing around his shoulders and they knew they were in danger. That sign, that flame, that alone meant run.The odd smell hit them first, a pungent mix of blood and ancient, powerful magic that filled the air.Lyanna, on the other hand, was draped in silk, laughing when the fat merchants did not see him at first. She was drinking sweet champagne and pretending her life was perfect. She had totally forgotten about his last visit to her and his promise too. Tonight, she just wanted to have fun.She had built her entire r

The gates of the capital city closed behind the wagon, sealing the fate of the nobles who were now left to drown in the new reality Kael had created. The air was thick and cold, carrying the sound of panic and pain from the streets they had just left behind. Inside the wagon, Kael sat in the dark, his back resting against the soft bedding. He looked out of the small window, watching the shadows of the tall trees pass by as the horses dragged them away from the conquered palace. He was quiet, his mind wandering through the events of the ballroom. He thought of the boy he was, weak and betrayed, torn apart by monsters while the people he trusted laughed and drank sweet champagne. Then he thought of who he is now, powerful, feared, and completely in control of his destiny.Elira sat across from him, her green eyes reflecting the faint moonlight that was streaming into the moving carriage. She was wiping off dust from her dagger, her movements slow and calculated. She did not speak,

The room was cold and heavy with the smell of magic and fear. King Aldric stood by the stone wall, his hands shaking badly. Queen Seraphine was pacing around the room, her heels clicking nervously on the floor. They were hiding in the deep dark, far away from the capital. The Prince who died and returned was searching for them. They, of course, knew that Kael was up and ready to strike. The shadow magic was a threat to the throne, and it was eating the kingdom alive…At the centre of the circle that was scribbled into the stone floor, stood Gamora. The sorcerer did not move, but the magic poured from Gamora flawlessly and powerfully. The figure wore a heavy robe made of shadows and old paper, with runes all over it, but its face was hidden in the darkness. Gamora was a witch of the void, a master of masking spells that dated back centuries. She was the ultimate cloak.Queen Seraphine found the sorcerer in the North, paying a heavy price in gold crowns to protect the bloodline, to p